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Finally Revealed – The Reasons for the Riots

Here’s a confession from the person responsible for all the violence and all the division in our once great nation.

Another man was shot last night. He probably deserved to die, at least in the minds of many “patriots”. Black Lives Matter is a Marxist organization; I know that because I heard it on Fox News. We’ve got to get this scourge of violence under control before America is totally destroyed, starting with the suburbs. Countless Americans are fed up with the division and the uprisings of those who want free everything.

Well, that’s one view of the picture. It’s carried on the banner of the comfortable. In violation of the unspoken rules of those with privilege, I’ve tried to research the matter so I can truly understand the sources of what seems to be tearing us apart. No, it wasn’t Miss Scarlet in the conservatory with the wrench. You can rule out Colonel Mustard and the rope. No, after reviewing all the clues, I have come to the unavoidable conclusion …

It was Jerry, in the grill, with his “Malicious Disengagement”. And frankly, I was his accomplice. I’m betting you too aided and abetted.

Let me tell you about Jerry. Great guy! Friendly, outgoing, happy and cordial. At least, that’s how he’s viewed by his friends and acquaintances. I know Jerry. He’s a member of my country club. We golf thrice weekly. After every golf match, a couple dozen of us congregate in the member’s lounge at the club to review the game’s results, pay out the prize money, and discuss the world’s problems. Some enjoy a twenty-dollar glass of wine as they lean back with their five-hundred-dollar golf shoes and hold their thousand-dollar custom made driver or putter.

The discussions invariably wander from golf and drift into the realm of the world’s great problems. For example, John worried about whether or not his pool crew would show up on time this week. The cleaning people haven’t been doing as good of a job as they used to do. The Mercedes dealer won’t stand behind the tires they put on his $155,000 car after they began to wear out after only 20,000 miles had been driven on them.

One by one, the golfers slowly lift their key-fobs above their heads and click the buttons. Seventy-yards distant, the engine of a driverless Bentley comes to life and the air-conditioner begins to roar. It’s a warm day and these men have suffered enough on the golf course; heaven forbid they have to suffer getting into a car that hasn’t been brought to a pleasant temperature.

These are men who through a combination of good luck, hard work, and “privilege” have made it to Easy Street. Those who work are only pretending. After all, it’s not that easy managing a 30-million-dollar portfolio. These guys don’t know where their next meal is coming from; it could be any high-end steak house with a deep wine cellar. Or, if worse comes to worst, they could have their personal chefs prepare sushi and oysters on the half shell at home this evening.

I make it sound as if their post-golf discussions are vacuous ramblings about the challenges of having everything; that’s not true. There are times talk gets precariously close to the real world challenges of social discord, lopsided income and wealth distributions, global climate change, and other extant threats to the world. The last time such unpleasantries were broached at the club, I made mental notes of some of the statements of “resolution”.

With regard to climate change… Sure, the climate has always changed, but this isn’t man-made. Solution.. buy a fourth home in a cooler climate zone.

Racial unrest… It’s all because people like that diabolical Colin Kaepernick took a knee to show disrespect to our flag and our nation and we the people.

Black Lives Matter… Who are you kidding? All lives matter, especially blue lives.

Structural Racism… “Are you joking? There’s no such thing!” (actual quote). Everyone has equal opportunity. In fact, with affirmative action, blacks have more opportunities.

Poverty… Trump has made this the greatest economy ever. Look at the stock market.

Pandemic… It’s all fabricated. Fake news! People die from the flu every year.

I’m not making this up. These men are intelligent, mostly educated men. Yet their views of the world’s most pressing problems are so incredibly shallow as to defy explanation.

The stock market is the measure of our financial health? I don’t think so. It may be a measure of prosperity for those who are already prospering, but I can assure you the two women that have cleaned our house for the past twenty years really don’t understand the connection. The DOW Jones industrial average is something they don’t monitor closely in the neighborhoods where minimum wage workers with two jobs barely have time to manage their portfolios.

The boys at the club, more often than not, have shallow, poorly researched, self-serving views of the world around them. They’re unable and unwilling to have empathy for those that don’t share their routine levels of luxury. To a greater or lesser extent… no, I take that back. In the case of the boys at the club, to a greater extent, they CHOOSE to adopt a position of MALICIOUS DISENGAGEMENT. They don’t research issues beyond the erroneous stories they hear from the talking heads on Fox News. They make no effort to empathize or see the world through the eyes of others less privileged than themselves. They are truly disengaged – maliciously.

Why? Why don’t they seem to care? Why are they routinely maliciously disengaged?

Because they can be. It’s that simple. They don’t need to care. Their Bentleys still run. The servants still take care of their 12,000 square foot homes. Their yachts are still afloat. If their yard-workers don’t do a good job, they can always hire other ones. If police kill a man in Kenosha, it has no bearing on whether or not they miss or make that five-iron shot on the seventh hole. They simply don’t have a need to care.

Or so they believe.

At some point, what ails the world will ultimately catch up to them and they will begin to care. When it hits their lifestyle, their bank account, their level of luxury, then and only then, will they begin to care.

Perhaps those struggling on the fringes of society, those who have no choice but to care, have figured it out. Maybe they understand their lives will be devoid of hope until Jerry cares. It could be their actions in the streets are nothing but a plea, sometimes ineloquent, begging society to look, listen, and care. “Please”, they’re saying, “Just try to look at life through our eyes.”

It shouldn’t be a revelation to understand that if they don’t do something, nothing happens. So Kaepernick takes a knee – “Please notice”, he says. They march in Ferguson, Missouri. “Please look at what is happening”, they plead. They march in Portland saying, “Can’t you see? Won’t you see?” They battle in Kenosha, Minneapolis, Phoenix, Chicago, Atlanta, and cities around the nation, begging for empathy.

“How did that ball not go into the hole. It was the perfect putt,” Jerry pleads to the heavens. He feigns indignance about how unfair life can be when a putt doesn’t fall, but he doesn’t know that George Floyd wasn’t a professional golfer. It’s called “malignant disengagement”.

So, who’s guilty? Who’s behind all this unrest? It’s Jerry. And it’s me. And it’s you. We could care more, but we don’t… because we don’t have to care. At least, not yet.

It should frighten us all, that an increasing number of Jerrys are buying into the populist “law and order” line now and believing we just need to get a bigger club and beat back the radical left, Marxists, ANTIFA members that aren’t comfortable with the injustice – not the missed putts, rather the dead people. At some point, the club needed to beat back the malcontents will be so big, we won’t be able to carry it. The nation dies.

Before meeting Jerry, I had a perception that Trump’s “base” consisted largely of uneducated, white guys driving around in big, manly pick-up trucks with gun-racks and the Stars-and-Bars trailing from the bed. I couldn’t understand how educated, upper and upper-middle class white men were on-board. Now I know Jerry. I understand. If I think about it too much, I get scared. So, I don’t think about it very much.

I don’t care. I don’t have to.

The Myth of Left and Right

Abstraction: A conceptual process where general rules and concepts are derived from the usage and classification of specific examples, literal signifiers, first principles, or other methods.

As human beings, we understand nothing without the ability to create abstractions. We take our observations and reduce them, abstract them, to a level of simplicity that allows us to believe we understand them. Often, we simplify matters beyond that point where we can grasp them; we simplify them to a point where we can understand them with little effort, without a need to perform mental work to deal with the nuances of the concepts we’re reducing. Maybe we’re mentally lazy or in a hurry. Perhaps we don’t have the cranial horsepower to deal with the subtleties of the concepts so we have no choice but to oversimplify them.

Unfortunately, when we oversimply something, our understanding ignites a conflict that bodes ill for ourselves and those around us. Here are some examples rampant in today’s world of oversimplifications that yield unnecessary discord and suffering: Republican versus Democrat, Black versus White, Liberal versus Conservative, Christian versus [Muslim, Jew, Hindu, non-believer], Blue Collar versus White Collar, Red versus Blue, Male versus Female, Straight versus LGBTQ. The list goes on seemingly forever. However, for the purposes of this discourse, I’ll claim one of the most odious and diabolical oversimplifications of our time is “Left versus Right”.

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Arizona Prop 127 and the Dentist

Amending the Arizona Constitution to Require Electricity Providers to Generate at Least 50% of their Annual Sales of Electricity from Renewable Energy Sources.

Despite my cynicism 640-02771702and shaky belief in our experiment in American democracy, I still take my responsibility of voting seriously. I truly don’t believe my voice is heard or that my vote amounts to a hill of beans, but I’m programmed to believe that if I don’t participate, I haven’t earned the right to enjoy the occasional benefits of freedom bestowed upon all of us. I guess it’s similar to the old exchange where I’m asked, “Do you believe in free will?”

My response … “Of course, what choice do I have?”

With this said, I diligently do my homework on the ballot issues upon which I’m allowed to vote. In an effort to learn how I felt about the matter of Prop 127, I have contacted representatives of organizations espousing both sides of the matter. I have found it difficult to get straight answers from either side, especially the “Vote No” people.

One information resource available to me is called “NextDoor.com”, a pseudo-social network composed of neighbors – thousands of them – in the area of Scottsdale in which I live. One neighbor began a thread on the site encouraging neighbors to oppose the proposition. I muddled through the dozens of responses, some caustic and snarky, some myopic, some humorous and some more thought provoking than others. Here are a couple of the take-aways from my efforts.

  • Many people drink the cool-aid. The “Vote No” contingent is largely fed by the big utility companies, APS in particular. Their motives seem to be one-percent altruism (possibly misguided) and ninety-nine-percent profit motive. I don’t believe for an instant that profit is necessarily bad, but when it comes by selling your soul to the Devil or peddling your daughter on the streets to the highest bidders, the profit-motive may run into a few moral barriers.

APS may not be taking the moral high road on this matter. They make no claims as foolish as to suggest renewable energy in of itself is bad. They just say your monthly electric bill will increase. Those supporting Prop 127 make the argument that utility bills will go down. In both cases, there seems to be some sleight-of-hand being employed to make the cases. Bills probably wouldn’t go up as much as APS claims and they probably wouldn’t go down as much as NRDC claims.

Either way, the discussion of utility rate hikes seems to have an air of red herring. If APS insists on presenting blatantly false, fear mongering arguments about cost increases, this seems to beg the question “Why is APS so vehemently opposed to Prop 127?” I can guarantee you that the president of APS doesn’t go to bed each night with a prayer about keeping my personal utility bills as low as possible. He may pray that his income continues to grow without bound. I’ve got a whole file of cancelled checks that pretty much proves he doesn’t give a damn about my personal budget.

As an experienced engineer, I will assume that APS opposes Prop 127 for two principal reasons, taxes and control. I suspect that investing in significant new infrastructure in the form of solar and/or wind generation equipment is a “capital expense” and that those expenditures must be depreciated over an extended time period. If they could be immediately “expensed”, the Corporation Commission would no doubt do what it normally does and allow them to roll the costs into the utility rates immediately. If the costs are to be depreciated over time, APS would have to wait to fleece the consumers longer. I’m sure the picture is a bit more complicated than presented here, but you get the gist of it.

It should strike you as contemptable that APS can spend millions promoting and peddling the anti-127 rhetoric and immediately force you to pay for it via such “expenses” being rolled into your monthly utility bill, but they fight investing in a cleaner environment because that can’t take those dollars out of your pocket by the handful; they still get them, they have to grab them a few dollars at a time.

The other issue is “control”. A constitutional requirement for a certain energy mix takes a little bit of the choice from them. Heaven forbid they don’t retain complete, unbridled control of their world.

So some people drink the cool-aid like it’s free. They listen to what APS says and take it as the gospel. After all, it must be true because many of those who support Prop 127 are tree-huggers or liberals or environmentalists or even Democrats. Some have even gone over the edge and drive a Prius. My God! What further proof do you need that APS is standing on the right side the fence? Drink up. It beats the hell out of thinking it through.

  • Many, if not most people, don’t look at the big picture even if it’s held right in front of their faces. I’m stunned at the number of people who look at the issue solely from the standpoint of the amount they believe their utility bills will increase. Let’s take the improbable worst case scenario as presented by APS and assume your monthly bill will increase $100 per month. There is more, much, much more to the picture. If you’re content with viewing a grossly over-simplified picture, here’s a quick way to not only save the $100 per month, but actually cut your bill out altogether – don’t pay your bill. There you go; how much better can you do than that? But they’ll cut off my electricity you say. Well of course they will, but that’ll be a month or two down the road. We can deal with that problem when it comes along.

By viewing the Prop 127 question as nothing more or less than an increase or decrease in your monthly electric bill, that’s precisely what you’re doing. You’re ignoring myriad other costs that you will have to pay, just not necessarily immediately. These costs are very real and the bill will be coming due. You can try not paying the bill, but you’d be better off letting APS turn off your power. If worse comes to worse, you can at least buy batteries and a flashlight. Escape from the other expenses that so many people ignore isn’t nearly so simple.

Fact: Health care costs increase with increased burning of fossil fuels. Fact: Even if you don’t personally end up with asthma or heart disease of any one of the countless other maladies, you’re still paying the bill. When some American citizen who can’t afford health insurance ends up in the hospital, guess who’s paying the bill. You are.  Fact: reducing fossil fuel consumption results in a cleaner environment. When air and water is polluted, everyone suffers as the economy suffers. The cost of clean-up has to be borne by someone. Take a look in the mirror if you’d like to see who gets that bill.

There are countless other expenses that legitimately need to be taken into account when looking at Prop 127. Life would surely be grand if it was about nothing more than your utility bill, but it’s not. Some of the expenses may have differing time horizons, but they WILL be paid. If you consider yourself fortunate in that maybe, just maybe, the bills won’t come due in your short lifetime, I’m sure your children and grandchildren will think highly of you for having the wisdom, vision and love to care about their future quality of life.

  • The power of rationalization is the irresistible force. Many of the anti-127 voices put forth the “argument” that Prop 127 won’t solve the problems of pollution, global climate change, etc. They’re absolutely correct. In truth, the overall impact may be miniscule in comparison to the overall challenge at hand.

However, it can’t be argued that one small, short step in the direction of a goal isn’t in fact far better than no step at all. If we do nothing at all, nothing will be done. In fact, it strikes me as sort like my view on casting my vote. I don’t really believe my voice is of any consequence, but if I don’t vote, I have no voice at all.

Prop 127 is much like going to the dentist. I have a legitimate phobia with dentists and all their tools of torture. Sometimes I feel like the choice of seeking dental care should only come when the pain is so excruciating as to overwhelm my fears. But with a little common sense, I come to the realization that line of reasoning is childish and foolish. If I keep putting it off, the pain would become intolerable and the cost of mitigation would become huge. How long do we want to suffer before we act? How much suffering can we endure tomorrow for a few fleeting moments of pleasure today?

Hey, it worked for Emperor Nero. Do you ever wonder what tune he was playing when Rome finally caught fire? Thanks to NextDoor.com, I’m voting Yes on Prop 127.

How Forrest Gump Would View the Tax Plan

GumpI’ve taken a number of college level economics classes. I found them enlightening and enjoyed them a great deal. However, I don’t pretend to be an economist. Admittedly, I sometimes get a somewhat inflated opinion of my understanding of economics when I compare myself to others who know little of the subject, but this isn’t a piece to be focused on the current resident in the White House.

Thirty-five years ago, I founded a computer software company. I’m proud to say that over the years, it grew to become a very successful enterprise. As you might imagine, I used my knowledge of mathematics, engineering, business and … economics on the road to success. As I look back on those years, I find that much of the current “tax plan” proposed by Trump’s minions doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Aside from the fact that the lion’s share of the tax benefits go to the rich, there are other red flags that amount to nothing less than sleight of hand intended to appeal to and fool the gullible.

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It’s Time for Lee to Surrender Again

HistoriansRobert E Lee say Robert E. Lee was humble and gracious in his act of surrender at Appomattox in 1865. It’s time he and his worshipers do it again. Bow out and be gone. As did Grant, I’ll let it pass without harboring feelings of vengefulness. I promise I won’t carry a grudge. Quite the contrary, I continue to carry the same respect for those parts of reality that command respect. After all, many of my ancestors fought for and with Lee on the battlefields of Fredericksburg, Chickamauga, and many others.

As an avid student of history, the era of the Civil War has long been one of my burning passions. As a child, I was regaled with stories of my family’s participation in the conflagration that was the American Civil War. Many amongst my clan rooted in the hills of southeastern Tennessee, northern Georgia and western North Carolina referred to it as the War of Secession. Some still do. Many of my progenitors served in the 7th Tennessee Infantry and fought gallantly under Longstreet and Stonewall Jackson. I have long been intrigued researching my family’s involvement. Most of the stories can be found in the history books or other records buried in the archives. Some are available to me only because they’ve been passed down verbally from generation to generation.

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Burn Baby, Burn

I remember it as if it was yesterday. The acrid smell of smoke wafted through air. The hot and humid night made sleep all but unreachable. The skyline glowed with the orange light of burning buildings. Yet, I laid there with eyes closed hoping to slip through the gates of the dream state. But it was difficult with the distant sound of machine gun fire, the rumble of tanks and armored vehicles less than a quarter mile distant. The 82nd and 101st Airborne Division’s troops had arrived, but the violence was irrepressible. The official death toll was rising, but from a reliable insider, I learned it was much higher than the public was led to believe. I was living in a war zone and frankly, it wasn’t a lot of fun.


Near my home (AFP/Getty Images)

This wasn’t Vietnam. It wasn’t the Middle East. The year was 1967. The city was Detroit. Riots engulfed the city. A police raid on a speak-easy sparked one of the deadliest and destructive riots in the history of the United States. I was a young, married man with an expectant wife. We were afraid that if “the time” came, we’d be unable to get to the hospital. It was an exciting time.

It was a time of turmoil and tumult as our nation was being transformed and awakened. Vietnam, civil rights, a music revolution, the space age, and people were turning on, tuning in, and dropping out. I was already pretty open-minded, even for a twenty year old. But it was hard to understand what’s happening on the inside when you’re looking in from the outside. I had friends in the inner-city. I spent time in the inner-city. But the fact is … I was a young white boy of some privilege cast into a bizarre reality and the best I could do was guess about what I was seeing and hearing.

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Trump’s Trolley Kills Five

trumpyWell, America … you have murdered the trolley workers. Their blood is now on your hands. Let me be clear; a minority of Americans can rest peacefully, albeit, fearfully. They at least tried to pull the lever. They just couldn’t get enough help from their fellow Americans who “voted their consciences” or didn’t vote at all.

Ok, I get the feeling your face is dressed in confusion. “What the hell trolley is he talking about? Who died?” Let me back up and explain.

The “trolley problem” is a well-known thought experiment in the field of ethics. You remember ethics? They used to be common in the halls of government in this country.  In the trolley problem, you are confronted with a serious dilemma.

A trolley car is out of control and careening down the tracks where five workers don’t see or hear it coming. If nothing is done, the five workers will assuredly die. You see this and happen to be standing by a large lever. If you quickly pull the lever, the trolley will be directed onto another track where you see one worker who will unquestionably be killed. Do you pull the lever to save five lives at the expense of one life?

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A Death in the Family

graveNo one’s getting out alive. One of the few constants in the universe is that there is an ultimate end to everything. If we’re to believe all of the philosophical euphemisms surrounding death, we shouldn’t fear it. It comes to all things. The Second Law of Thermodynamics is inescapable. All things are ultimately buried, even if only metaphorically.

When the end comes, whether it be expected or a sudden and shocking event, the process of grieving begins.  People deal with their grief in different ways, some constructive, others not so much. In her landmark book, “On Death and Dying”, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross spoke of what she called the five stages of dying: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Although she directed her words to those who were dying, the five stages also apply to those forced to grieve the loss of a loved one.

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Making Amerika Great One Swastika at a Time

aunt-beulahBy Aunt Beulah

Aunt Beulah is a former comatose pseudonym who woke from her slumber when the country lobbed a grenade through her nursing home window.

Is it not refreshing to see America and its citizens finally paving The Path to the Moral High Ground? It’s about time we jumped on High Horse and galloped over the Constitution of the United States of America. Just between you and me, I feel the US Constitution and Bill of Rights, not to mention the Declaration of Independence, are pretty lame. After all, the Founding Fathers of this country couldn’t even be bothered to establish a State religion or mention Christianity at all in any of these documents. I’m almost positive that was an oversight, although I can’t be sure as I wasn’t there and there was no Twitter. Perhaps they were sidetracked while separating church from state and couldn’t find their way back to the pew to ask for guidance. Damn Deists. Horrifying Humanists. Sensible Secularists.  What were they thinking by leaving the construal of those documents to the commoners?!

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Haunting Voices from the Holocaust


Most of my formative years were spent in a working class, Jewish neighborhood in Detroit. I went to a grade school that was overwhelmingly Jewish. I was immersed in the Jewish culture and knew it as my own. I’m a richer and better person for those experiences.

I vividly recall many discussions of the Holocaust. I can still close my eyes and see the number tattooed on the arm of Beverly Hearn’s mother that bore witness to her experience as a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp during World War II. I was aghast to see the pictures of the starving prisoners on their liberation day and of the trenches filled with the emaciated corpses that didn’t live to see the end of the war. We were told to never forget the horrors that had been perpetrated just a few years earlier. “It must be remembered so that it never happens again” we were instructed.

There was a very active group of Nazi war criminal hunters as I approached my adolescence. I still remember the publicity and excitement when, in 1960, Nazi war criminal Adolph Eichmann was captured in Argentina and taken to Israel to stand trial. He was hanged in 1962, but the Israeli intelligence agency, Mossad, continued to search for more war criminals. That search has continued well into this century.

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